D: A quick scribble-illustration for a story I wrote in Creative Writing. Our final exam is to present one of our stories in a different medium, and given the choice, I always choose the drawer-in'.

The story was a nonsense story a la Jabberwocky (ironically, by favorite poem). I'll post the story below for those awesome people who read comment boxes:


The twiney branches gangled in the bloomy shadows, and the flindy leaves flittered in the rhine.

"Come see me at the yunny noon, within the pitch-patch nook, amongst the climmering plants." He'd murred to her at the dwilight hour, as the sun reaved through the thicket and flower.

She stood amongst the mangrove towers in gentile garb of poft red. A flervous flutter struck her stomach at the yunny noon. Beyond the mangled voss and trunks, which blocked her love's land from the climmering plants, were the snagging jaws of the craggy cranny.

Wait she did by the wall's door 'til her heart did spotter and she could wait no more. Warriously, she stalked into the jaggy fungle 'til a jibber-jab caught her garb of poft red and clagged.

She sterked in sudden shock at the jicker-jack jibber-jab, and gaped in terrod at the snaggy jaws; which owned the craggy cranny she had ventured.

In a villar strike, she struck the taggers which grabbed with the barb twog at her foot. A clatter nabbed the vile jaws of her snivly foe 'til at last it fell still as a stone. From its wopen jaws came a gift of treasured chold worthy her brief discomfort.

Finished with her journey, she went tip-junning back; where within the pitch-patch nook she at long last found loving arms in the yunny noon.

The twiney branches gangled in the bloomy shadows, and the flindy leaves flittered in the rhine.

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The story was mainly about a girl awaiting her love in a flower-patch. She got nervous and went to find him in the 'dark area', only to be attacked by something. She beat it with a tree branch until it stopped moving, and consequentially gained a gift of value from this strange monster. Too afraid to venture further, she took the treasure and went back to the flower patch, only to find that her love had finally arrived.

DX I imagined these two as a rabbit and a squirrel for some reason. I'll likely do another picture if I have time because I've been wanting to do three of these representing beginning, middle, and end. We'll see, though.

I'm not too fond of the flower patch considering it's mostly scribbles and everything, but it's alriiiight. I think drawing every literal flower would have been a bit odd. It works well enough for me.

Ha, ha. And I think I'm getting into the glittery flow, thing... But it looks quite nice as a representation of gusting wind, and in this case it's pollen from the flowers lifting up.